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He remembered when he used to leave out cookies for Santa Claus. Christopher’s mother made delicious peanut butter blossoms with a Hershey’s Kiss right in the middle of each one.

Christopher went back to his bedroom and waited for morning to come. He would have read his books to pass the time, but the truth was that he had memorized all of them already. He saw them all like flash cards in his mind. Pages turning like generations from birth to death. Beginning to end. Trees to paper.

He just had to keep Christopher alive. He felt like the whole world depended on it.

I can’t tell…
I can’t tell…you what is happening, Mom.


It would…
It would…terrify you.

Carl went on to spew his trademark technical jargon. The sheriff always wondered why geniuses couldn’t talk like normal people. But maybe that’s what made them geniuses.

just remember…
we can swallow our fear or let our fear swallow us

It was never said that Christopher was in charge. But nobody questioned him. Not even Mike, and he was the strongest.
Somehow, children always know who the leader is.

Some people’s fake is more honest than other people’s real.